#avenarri

Light lashes veiled over her eyes as her vision panned slightly over her shoulder, coming at a full turn once she set sight upon serenity’s only blemish. Argus. Broken and fel pocked, a once beautiful and flourishing planet. The taint of fel had destroyed it in ways she never thought imaginable. Fel. It was what had destroyed every planet she had called home, and felt Azeroth was the last resort, and if it fell, there was nothing else to run to.. no where else to go.

Cloven hooves clopped slightly upon the cobbles of Lion’s Rest, the tomb of the great King Varian Wrynn, and a memorial to all those lives lost in the battle of the Broken Shore. They stopped once she reached the fountain, her mind unable to keep from pondering upon things she knew she shouldn’t. Things of thousands of years past, things she couldn’t change if she wanted to. The light tinkling and clinks of chainmail reverberated slightly into the air as she shifted and sat down upon the fountain’s edge, crossing one leg over the other, hoof resting upon opposite knee. It was then she delved into the barriers of her traveler’s pack and pulled out a small, and well worn journal.

“I know that I should go home. I know that I should go help in the fight to reclaim it. But, to see it from here. To look at how broken she is, to see her shattered and decimated nearly to nothing. I am not sure that the stench of fel could ever be cured from the bones of her, as it would have to be. I may sound a coward to most, or a deserter. I am just so very unsure of it is home we are fighting for, or fighting to keep this one.. Azeroth in tact. And end to the Burning Legion once and for all I can agree with, but I am unsure in the betrayer’s methods.. Uncertain of trusting someone who brought such a foul thing so close to this world.

Azeroth is such a beautiful being. She is kind and she nurtures all the souls of her surface. She is not without her faults, but that is what makes her so beautiful, like the people who inhabit her. It is here, upon Azeroth, that I have learned many a great things. I thought we were the only things in this universe, and the first time I saw a Gnome.. I truly did not know what to make of it. But I have come to adore almost everything about this place.I am ready to call her home.. I do not wish to go back to that which destroyed my family, my friends... and nearly myself.

My people would think me wrong to scorn her now.. But I am an exile for a reason, I suppose.”

With those last words written, she closed the journal and put away her charcoal pencil she used to scribe within it. She didn’t know if she would ever be sure of anything that regarded Argus. Not now, or not even when she lived upon it. A heavy sigh loosed from her lips as a mild frown etched its way across her features. She did nothing more then than turn her back on that planet, like most of her people would look at her in disgust for.. She continued to look at the rising moon and her children made of stars.. and she smiled.